Pay Attention
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah yeah
Aye, wrist twista, it's Donald Blunt
Tell em, don't slack or ya bitch missin (Make America Rap Again)
Yeah, pay attention I'm a dough stacka, zip flippa
Imma gold plaqua, wrist twista
And I don't slack or ya bitch missin
These rappers are ficticious
Pay attention baby back it up and throw that ass around
I just had to gas her up and now she hold me down
But that's cause I'm a dough stacka, zip flippa
These rappers are ficticious
Pay attention follow me
Yeah, they waiting on it come and see
Yeah, I had to practice what I preach
Yeah, Now I'm relaxing on a beach
Yeah, living a dream but I ain't sleep
Yeah, Bada Boom Bada Bing
Sheesh, so tell me where you wanna meet
Na, money so long it doesn't crease
Baby get the bigger picture like she Mona Lis
Used to be the best of friends now we enemies
I just get the dividends split it with it team
Shit I'm bout to drop, What? 500 degrees
She take off her top, cause she agrees
Told her give me head then she drop down to her knees
Now we in the bed sucking on me like a leech
Spread her legs, bon apetit
You are what you eat
Pay attention I'm a dough stacka, zip flippa
Imma gold plaqua, wrist twista
And I don't slack or ya bitch missin
These rappers are ficticious
Pay attention baby back it up and throw that ass around
I just had to gas her up and now she hold me down
But that's cause I'm a dough stacka, zip flippa
These rappers are ficticious
Pay attention follow me
But lemme talk about it
Aye, wrist twista, it's Donald Blunt
Tell em, don't slack or ya bitch missin (Make America Rap Again)
Yeah, pay attention I'm a dough stacka, zip flippa
Imma gold plaqua, wrist twista
And I don't slack or ya bitch missin
These rappers are ficticious
Pay attention baby back it up and throw that ass around
I just had to gas her up and now she hold me down
But that's cause I'm a dough stacka, zip flippa
These rappers are ficticious
Pay attention follow me
Yeah, they waiting on it come and see
Yeah, I had to practice what I preach
Yeah, Now I'm relaxing on a beach
Yeah, living a dream but I ain't sleep
Yeah, Bada Boom Bada Bing
Sheesh, so tell me where you wanna meet
Na, money so long it doesn't crease
Baby get the bigger picture like she Mona Lis
Used to be the best of friends now we enemies
I just get the dividends split it with it team
Shit I'm bout to drop, What? 500 degrees
She take off her top, cause she agrees
Told her give me head then she drop down to her knees
Now we in the bed sucking on me like a leech
Spread her legs, bon apetit
You are what you eat
Pay attention I'm a dough stacka, zip flippa
Imma gold plaqua, wrist twista
And I don't slack or ya bitch missin
These rappers are ficticious
Pay attention baby back it up and throw that ass around
I just had to gas her up and now she hold me down
But that's cause I'm a dough stacka, zip flippa
These rappers are ficticious
Pay attention follow me
But lemme talk about it
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Writer(s): Anthony Rabanes
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